Commentary on the Seventh Day Adventist Adult and Collegiate Sabbath School lessons, intertwined with various other ramblings.

Clouds

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Homesick

Have you ever been homesick? It’s a terrible
feeling, isn’t it? Do you remember the first time you spent a night away from
home on your own? The first few weeks of college were really hard for me. I
know I must have called home so many times, just to hear the voices of my
family.

That’s what homesickness really is, right? We
don’t usually miss the actual building or even the place so much as we miss the
people whom we love and whose presence helps us feel safe and loved. With the
electronics we have today, homesickness is more easily treated than it was a
few years ago. Can you imagine leaving your family when your only contact might
be a letter that might take months to get to you?

Growing up I loved the Laura Ingalls Wilder
books about growing up in frontier America. It all sounded so exciting –
traveling in a covered wagon, building your house out of whatever was
available, contending with wild animals, weather and insects… But thinking
about it now, I really can’t imagine how difficult it must have been leaving
everything and everyone you had ever known and loved and going someplace about
which you knew absolutely nothing, knowing that you would almost certainly
never see the people you had left behind ever again. I don’t believe I could
have done it.

For some people it’s easier though. I don’t
believe my older son has ever been homesick! He just has this adventurous
streak that helps him enjoy discovering new places and people more than he
misses the folks at home – no offense to the people at home, he is just having
a great time where ever he is.

For other folks, I’m thinking of the prodigal
son in Jesus’ parable, the urge to leave home is overpowering. I guess instead
of being homesick, they’re sick of home.
The man/boy in the story couldn’t stand to be home another minute, could
he. He couldn’t get away fast enough.

“Then He said: ‘A certain man had two sons.
And the younger of them said to his father, “Father, give me the portion of
goods that falls to me.” So he divided to them his livelihood. And not many
days after, the younger son gathered all together, journeyed to a far country
…’” Luke 15:12-13

Have you ever tried to figure out just what
was so awful at home that he felt the need to leave the way he did? It seems
like he just felt like living at home was just too boring and restrictive. The
next part of verse 13 says that he “wasted his possessions with prodigal
living.”

Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t
believe I ever looked up the word “prodigal.” I think I just always assumed
that it meant someone who left home and then came back. Not so!

Anyway, based on that definition, I’m pretty
sure he didn’t feel homesick … at first. He was too busy “sowing his wild
oats.” Once all the money was gone, though, things started to get real! “But
when he had spent all, there arose a severe famine in that land, and he began
to be in want.” Luke 15:14

How long do you think that took – “to be in
want?” How long do you think he spent crashing on each friend’s sofa until
they’d all had enough of him? How long do you think he kept telling himself
that all this was just a minor setback and he’d be back on his own soon? How
long do you think he looked for a job before he finally settled for working on
the pig farm? How long do you think it was before he allowed himself to think
that he might have made a mistake in leaving home?

This is how Mrs. White describes the story.

“This
younger son had become weary of the restraint of his father’s house. “Having
obtained his patrimony, he goes into ‘a far country,’ away from his father’s
home. With money in plenty, and liberty to do as he likes, he flatters himself
that the desire of his heart is reached. There is no one to say, Do not do
this, for it will be an injury to yourself; or, Do this, because it is right.
Evil companions help him to plunge ever deeper into sin, and he wastes his
‘substance with riotous living.’... “The
precious years of life, the strength of intellect, the bright visions of youth,
the spiritual aspirations—all are consumed in the fires of lust.“…
The youth who has boasted of his liberty, now finds himself a slave. He is in
the worst of bondage—‘holden with the cords of his sins.’ (Proverbs 5:22.) The
glitter and tinsel that enticed him have disappeared, and he feels the burden
of his chain. Sitting upon the ground in that desolate and famine-stricken
land, with no companions but the swine, he is fain to fill himself with the
husks on which the beasts are fed.” (E.G. White, A Call to Stand Apart, p.12)

That’s
homesick! Maybe part of homesickness is feeling like we can’t go home for one reason or another. When I went to college, I
didn’t have a car to go home whenever I wanted. The prodigal son knew he could get home…he just was pretty sure he
wouldn’t be welcome there. He didn’t know, then, that his father had been watching
the road every day for him. In a way, his father was homesick for him.

Do
you realize that no matter how far we’ve wandered from our Heavenly Father or
how we’ve wasted our lives in “prodigal living,” the way back to Him is just
one step.

“Out in the wilderness wild
and drear,Sadly I’ve wandered for many a year,Driven by hunger and filled with fear,I will arise and go;Backward with sorrow my steps to trace,Seeking my heavenly Father’s face,Willing to take but a servant’s place,I will arise and go. “Why should I perish in dark
despair,Here where there’s no one to help or care,When there is shelter and food to spare?I will arise and go;“Deeply repenting the wrong I’ve done,Worthy no more to be called a son,Hoping my Father His child may own,I will arise and go.“Sweet are the memories that come to me,Faces of loved ones again I see,Visions of home where I used to be,I will arise and go;“Others have gone who had wandered, too,They were forgiven, were clothed anew,Why should I linger with home in view?I will arise and go.“O that I never had gone astray!Life was all radiant with hope one day,Now all its treasures I’ve thrown away,Yet I’ll arise and go;“Something is saying, “God loves you still,Tho’ you have treated His love so ill,”I must not wait, for the night grows chill,I will arise and go.Refrain“Back to my Father and home,Back to my Father and home,I will arise and goBack to my Father and home.”[2]